“In mathematics, you don’t understand things. You just get used to them.” – John von Neumann
Apparently, it’s the same case with UFOs.
Get on the Bus
Dreamed I was driving a bus. I backed up perfectly through the entrance gate and parked along the side of the street. I saw someone else who might want to ride and told him he could go if he drove. He whipped the bus around so abrupt it spilled the can of coke I left on the floor. Not a big problem, I had almost finished it, but it would make the floor sticky. So I had a mess to clean up.
Interpretation: The Driver’s Exchange
You begin in control, guiding the vehicle, a bus, symbol of collective journey and shared purpose. You’re navigating the entryway – the gate – with precision and grace, backing in “perfectly.” This suggests mastery of entry and exit, moving between worlds, perhaps even between dimensions of understanding.
When you invite another to drive, you surrender agency, an act of trust or delegation. His sudden, reckless motion that spills your nearly finished Coke mirrors what happens when someone (or something) else handles your spiritual vehicle: their energy disrupts your flow, leaving a small but sticky residue of unfinished emotion or thought.
The spill isn’t catastrophic; it’s residual karma, something minor but needing attention. You’ve already “almost finished it,” meaning the lesson or phase was nearly complete. Now, you’re simply cleaning up what remains, clearing energetic stickiness before the next leg of the journey.
In essence:
The bus = shared purpose or consciousness vehicle.
The gate = threshold to new awareness.
The other driver = external influence, guide, or impulsive aspect of self.
The Coke spill = emotional residue or leftover sweetness from an experience now concluding.
It’s a dream about transition of control, testing readiness to let others (or higher forces) steer, but reminding you that awareness and cleanup are part of the process.
The Missing Shirt
I woke up wondering who the two other people were on the bus. That was when I realized my shirt was missing. I had been wearing it over a t-shirt when I fell asleep reading, yet sometime between then and morning it had been removed. It was beside me on the bed. I would not have put it there intentionally. What happened while I was asleep?
Yes, it’s a small thing, but for me these small things are rarely random. I asked if there was a message. The reply: Change. Beyond your wildest dreams. No worries.
That was my cue to start scrolling. Not doom-scrolling, thread-hunting, looking for synchronicities, patterns, something that might connect the invisible dots.
Like cosmic breadcrumbs, they rarely appear in sequence. To make sense of them, you have to expand your screen, imagine a curved monitor wrapping around your consciousness, displaying multiple timelines at once. When you widen the view, what first seems like random static begins to resolve into coherence, not structure for its own sake, but relationship.
It’s as if something, or someone, is demonstrating the presence of a living intelligence, showing that the universe refreshes itself not through symmetry, but through coherence: through moments that find each other across distance, time, and consciousness, creating meaning by connection rather than design.
Hinting again, and again, and again: We are not alone.
The Pollock Principle
If Jackson Pollock had painted with frequencies instead of pigment, his canvases might look like our collective UFO history: wild, abstract, chaotic. Never meaningless. Each splatter carries intent.
The pattern that emerged for me today began with a continuation of yesterday’s Wynn Free thread I had not yet posted. More on that as we continue. Adding to it this morning was a post from an old friend of the unexplained, Tom Dongo, Sedona’s veteran paranormal researcher.
I like interviewing him and hearing his incredible stories. Today’s post stood out [October 16, 2025], about a long-ago International UFO Congress in Las Vegas. He said it had been about 25 years ago.
Halfway through his presentation, a booming male voice erupted over the auditorium speakers, interrupting him. It was unmistakably the voice of his friend Bob Bradshaw, owner of the legendary Bradshaw Ranch, recounting an event where a mothership UFO had landed in his orchard surrounded by fifty glowing white spheres. And then the voice stopped.
The audio team swore they hadn’t patched in anything. “We did not do that!” one of them shouted from behind the curtain.
Bob wasn’t at that event, just his voice. Tom made a later update to his post. He said Bob Bradshaw never again ventured outside during the ranch’s paranormal activity. That UFO event had shattered his willingness to witness.
Synchronicity. The Elohim, who communicate via Wynn Free and his partner Terry Brown, said they could project their voices or energy through human conduits.
The Drone Conundrum
Next came a thread from another realm — the UAP “Mothership” briefings from the Sol Foundation, describing massive drone formations appearing over energy sites and oceans. I took note of a Kansas report from January 2020. A trooper described a large stationary drone with a very bright light that acted like a spotlight, orbited by smaller lights moving in patterns around the larger craft.
No sound. No explanation. No photographs.
The pattern repeats globally: clusters of lights behaving with intelligent precision, often near energy infrastructure, like a surveillance system. With metaphysical intent?
It reminded me of Bob Bradshaw’s orchard, and of the fifty white spheres encircling a landed disc. Whether the source is human tech or transdimensional presence, the choreography is eerily familiar.
Vallée’s Hill
In a lecture mentioned in a recent interview, Jacques Vallée displayed a graph showing two humps. The smaller one represented military pilot reports, the famous Nimitz encounters. The larger, towering hill represented civilian experiences. Vallée estimated that only one in ten is ever reported.
That unspoken 90% lives in private memory, the invisible ocean of subjective truth, quietly shaping our reality while mainstream science looks the other way.
The Invisible College
When I tuned into a recent interview with Dr. Diana Walsh Pasulka, she was asked about The Invisible College, a growing network of scientists, theologians, and experiencers studying the phenomenon in secret. She describes the gradual softening of disbelief within academia, the slow surrender to evidence that refuses to stay buried.
Between 2023 and 2024, U.S. authorities received 757 UFO reports, 21 of which remain unexplained and under further investigation. This comment from Qatar is the payoff for finding the video, logged shortly after the video posted 3 weeks earlier.
In the comments: @ adelkamal6464 – I am from Qatar, what occurred is genuine , you decide if we are not alone, at least for me , when i was sleeping suddenly woke up with the presence of a shiny fully illuminated cylindrical object standing little below the ceiling about a meter in length with 10-15 CM in diameter, the view super clear where the shape of body not visible due the the lights cover all of it .Astonished witnessing strange unexpected phenomena , how did it enter while the room locked and do not know how the object disappeared. Using google as assistant to translate Arabic to English.
My reply. 10.16.2025. @ wendyscoffeehouse Hi! I used chatgpt to help describe and diagram a similar event in my bedroom in 2013. The dog woke me when he growled and I thought he was growling at the cat. Then I saw the UFO the size of a dinner plate. Just inside the window and near the ceiling. When I tried to focus to help me imprint the memory, it instantly located outside the window. I could see the red and green lights through the miniblinds. No noise. Fascinating.
Here we are, two dots on the same arc of human awakening, strangers linked by the same frequency of wonder.
The Elohim Thread
And then the resonance deepened. Following up on the work of Wynn Free, the songwriter and author who claims ongoing communication with the Council of Elohim. The Elohim identified themselves as higher-dimensional creators, not to be worshipped, but to be understood.
“Think of us as your higher-dimensional big brothers,” they said.
During one of Wynn’s public sessions, attendees reported seeing visible light in the room. Others felt spontaneous healing. The Elohim explained that they could transmit energy through human bodies, using them as “repeater stations” for light.
At one point in the documentary, their voice offers a blessing: “When you have a need for the highest good, do not be afraid to ask and we will work with you. We will be there for you. And we appreciate each and every one of you. We love you more than you can possibly imagine.”
That same vibration, the soft reassurance of divine intelligence, is echoed in my morning message: Change. Beyond your wildest dreams. No worries.
Reframing the Impossible
The rational mind wants to dismiss these incidents as coincidence, sleep disturbance, or suggestibility. If so, rationality is a limited instrument, tuned for the middle frequencies of experience, blind to epiphanies.
To perceive beyond, one must engage a quantum empathy, the willingness to stand at the intersection of the known and the unknown without demanding resolution. Maybe what the Elohim and the phenomena are trying to teach is perceptual elasticity. They stretch our boundaries of belief until we can hold paradox without shattering it into disbelief.
Change Is the Constant
Weaving the threads from Sedona’s phantom voice to Kansas’s silent lights. From Qatar’s glowing cylinder to my missing shirt. Each event reflects an unknown element in collective motion shifting dimensions of awareness.
The pattern is emerging, and though it may resemble a Pollock painting now, the deeper architecture is intelligence in motion — a choreography of change.
The Elohim once told Wynn Free he was a “cosmic midwife,” helping birth new consciousness into the world. Perhaps that’s the invitation extended to all of us now: to help deliver the unseen into visibility, to hold space for an expanding reality even when it defies explanation.
A Catalyst
Following the thread of surprise. Wynn Meets God.
Follow songwriter, poet, and author Wynn Free on a 20-year journey of synchronicities, spiritual discovery, and direct communication with an intelligence calling itself the Council of Elohim.
In 2002, Wynn’s life changed when his new girlfriend unexpectedly began channeling the Elohim, voices identifying themselves as a higher-dimensional collective, the same name used for God in the Old Testament and by Mormons. The communications, still ongoing after two decades, took Wynn three years to fully accept as real.
Change is not something happening to us, it’s happening through us, a collaboration between dimensions, beyond our wildest dreams.
And so, no worries.
Just wonder.
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